You knew we were born to be ruled
by somebody as special as you,
whatever they told you in school,
because why would you be born to rule
otherwise? Why, why else would you rise
from your lowly station of yore
and the place you were placed in before
to the house with a ten on its door?
So enjoy it, your ride down the Mall,
the cronies you get to install,
the nation at last in your grasp, in your thrall,
but recall
that as sure as you rise, you will fall.
As sure as you strut, you will crawl.
As sure as you're sure
your might will endure
you're going to lose, one and all.
No comments:
Post a Comment